Halea and Daphne begin to climb the stairs, with Amos left behind at the base. Their path is illuminated by glowing wall lights.

Halea: A lonely climb... but far less lonely with a friend.

Amos (thinking): What will you do, your divinity? Is it your will that SHE dies as well?

Halea (thinking): That depends on her next words. Let's see what fate she decides for herself.

Daphne continues walking upward, looking down awkwardly at the golden urn as it shines in the light. Halea looks down behind her, smiling, with her hands clasped.

Daphne: ...Hallie? I know this isn't the best of times... but... can we TALK?